Paints A Pretty Picture
When the Night sky paints a pretty picture
Of unconscious messages buried in fields of light
Like a lost beast crying from hunger in a confusing dream
Or a clear glass bowl of roses burning like a blood sun
When a dearly anticipated day fades again and goes away
Like a river of sacred rain rising so high then falling from sight
Like a boat that's lost it's oars with a mad tide rising fast
Covering eyes with hands miming posture
;Polarities reverse the edges blur
As colors whirl on a canvas, whisper
When the Night sky paints a pretty picture
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2026-09-26 at 02:24
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